By madness ภาวะคลั่งเมีย

Aiden's POV

I have always hated mirrors, they always told the same story, thin shoulders, a narrow chest and messy red hair that refuses to lie flat no matter how much water I use on it. 

At twenty one, in a school that I never really belong to, I still look like the type of guy teachers asked to carry books rather than someone anyone took seriously. 

Most people at my formal school barely noticed me but to be honest, I actually liked it that way, it's quiet and safe with no drama.

But, the moment I started schooling at Aetherhold Academy and living with my three roommates, Jordan, Macmillan and Orlando, invisibility became something hard for me.

Aetherhold Academy is an Academy meant for powerful people, people with supernatural powers, however I have nothing, I can’t even command a spoon to stir up my cereal.

I was invited by the school for mysterious reasons that I don’t know. 

Being the only human around powerful people made me a thing of bullying.

I don’t mind though, I’d rather get bullied at school than stay home with my parents and plus I was given a full scholarship with monthly stipends and health insurance.

I was paired up with three powerful alphas with extraordinary abilities, my roommates.

Jordan is actually no different from me, he is just as nerdy as I am, well maybe not as nerdy as I am but he is a nerd too only he has powers and I don’t.

He has red hair and freckles like sand on the beach. 

Just like me, he has a slender build and he is really kind to me. 

Jordan can control time, he can rewind time and make time slow down and stop. 

The school is teaching him to go back into the past, so he wouldn’t only be able to rewind time by a few minutes.

Macmillan is from a very wealthy family, sometimes I wonder why he decided to live in a room with us when he can always ask for a room just for himself but instead he decided to stay with three other guys.

Macmillan’s ability is called Ink of unmaking, he named it himself.

Macmillan can write anything anywhere and will it to become real. He can write silence in the air and sound vanishes completely for a hundred yards. 

I have this huge crush on him, I know it's stupid and hopeless.

I can't let him know, else he'll hate me, he already acts cold and has this aloof personality, I don't want it to be worse.

Orlando is just as tall as Macmillan but he has a leaner build while Macmillan has a powerful physique.

Orlando is just as powerful as the others,he can control the day and the weather. 

Orlando can make day turn to night, he can make rain fall and sun shine, he can evoke a storm. 

He can do anything that has to do with the weather. 

Their powers are so cool, living with them makes life a little bit fun even though Orlando can be cold sometimes or maybe all the time.

The beeping sound of my phone pulled me out of my pool of thoughts, I pulled it out of my pocket and turned off the alarm I had set.

It was time for me to leave, I have a tutoring session somewhere down town. 

I grabbed my bag in the room and was about to leave when Jordan stopped me.

"Aiden it's chilly outside, take a hoodie." He said and that's when I realized I wasn't wearing one.

"Thank you Jordan." I smiled back at him as I raced to my side of the room and grabbed a hoodie.

"Be careful out there," I heard him say as I closed the door behind me.

Tutoring people is something I like to do, not that I like helping people or anything, it's quite the opposite.

It's because I like numbers more than I like people. Typical nerd behavior, I know.

I finally reached the subway, I stood by a pillar, almost glueing myself to it because I was trying to avoid people. 

My fingers were wrapped tightly around the sling of my bag, I tried to focus on the music in my ears and forget about the people standing around me also waiting for the train.

Rush hour on the subway is always a mistake, I hate moments like this, in fact I hate taking the subway but I have no choice because it's cheap.

The moment the doors shut, the crowd starts pressing closer, bodies squeezing together until breathing becomes difficult for me.

I stood near the door, ready to bolt out of here when the train stops.

The ride was going as usual until two sweaty bodies decided it was okay to sandwich me.

I tried to get out of the disgusting situation and luckily for me, I am slender and petite, it was easy to pull myself out of the situation.

However, now I am standing in between five different people, no way to go left, right, up or down. 

The music in my ears became irrelevant because I couldn't concentrate on it so I pulled out my earphone and shoveled it into my pocket.

All of a sudden I felt a hand grab my ass, at first I thought it was because of the crowd and the person didn't mean it but then it happened again.

I traced the owner of the hand, it was a man in a black suit, he looks like a businessman, a human.

I twisted my shoulders slightly, trying to move away but there was nowhere to go.

Bodies pressed around me from every direction. 

I swat his hand away hoping he'll get the memo that I am not interested but he didn't stop.

I swatted it again and again but he became aggressive, grabbing me so hard that a whimper left my lips.

I could feel my heart trembling in my chest, my toes pinned down in my sandals.

This brought back terrible memories, memories I had locked away for years.

I bit my trembling lips, holding back my tears because men don't cry, I have been told that all my life.

I tried one more time, I swatted his hand again and silently prayed with my two fingers crossed that he'll stop but he didn't, the situation worsened instead.

I felt the vibration of my pants being torn apart before feeling his strong and disgusting hand fishing its way into the opening.

He grabbed my almost bare butt.

I looked around wishing and praying someone would notice something was wrong and would intervene but nothing like that happened.

It's moments like this that make me hate the fact that I am invisible to the people outside of school.

I shut my eyes and endured what was happening.

The distance between the station is exceptionally long, which means I'll have to endure this for a while.

I felt his finger propping my hole, he wasn't trying to force his finger in, just caressing it.

I bit my lip harder, until I tasted the metallic taste of blood.

I felt disgusted, it was like a lump had formed in my throat and it has refused to go down or come out..

The moment the train stopped and the doors opened, I practically ran out, not caring if I bumped into people or not.

All I wanted to do was free myself from the situation. 

I ran and didn't look back, I didn't care to know if the man was following me or not...